Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 501 words
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Ah thou ungodly master. I did but make a false fire, to try your valour, because you cried let 'em come. By this glass of woman's wine, I would not ha' seen their Spirits walk here, to be dubbed deputy of a Ward, ay, they would ha' Chronicled me for a Fox in a lambs skin: But come: Is this merry Midsummer night agreed upon? when shall it be? where shall it be? Why faith tomorrow at night. we'll take a Coach and ride to Ham, or so. O fie upon't: a Coach? I cannot abide to be jolted. Yet most of your citizens wives love jolting? What say you to Black-wall, or Lime-house? Every room there smells to much of Tar. Let's to mine host Dogbolt's at Brainford then, there you are out of eyes, out of ears▪ private rooms, sweet Linen, winking attendance, and what cheer you will? Content, to Bramford? ay, ay, let's go by water, for sir Gozlin I have heard you say you love to go by water. But wenches, with what pulleys shall we slide with some cleanly excuse, out of our husbands suspicion, being gone Westward for smelts all night. That's the block now we all stumble at: Wind up that string well, and all the consorts in tune. Why then goodman scraper 'tis wound up, I have it. Sirrah Wafer, thy child's at nurse, if you that are the men could provide some wise ass that could keep his countenance. Nay if he be an Ass he will keep his countenance. ay, but I mean, one that could set out his tale with audacity, and say that the child were sick, and near stagger at it: That last should serve all our feet. But where will that wise Ass be found now? I see I'm borne still to draw Dun out ath mire for you: that wise beast will I be. I'll be that Ass that shall groan under the burden of that abominable lie. Heaven pardon me, and pray God the infant be not punished for't. Let me see: I'll break out in some filthy shape like a Thrasher, or a Thatcher, or a Sowgelder, or something: and speak dreamingly, and swear how the child pukes, and eats nothing (as perhaps it does not) and lies at the mercy of God, (as all children and oldfolks do) and then scholar Wafer, play you your part. Fear not me, for a veny or two? Where will you meet i'th' morning? At some Tavern near the waterside, that's private. The Greyhound, the Greyhound in Blackfriars, an excellent Rendezvous. Content the Greyhound by eight? And than you may whip forth two first, and two next, on a sudden, and take Boat at Bridewell Dock most privately. Beet so: a good place? I'll go make ready my rustical properties: let me see scholar hie you home, for your child shall be sick within this half hour. 'tis the uprightest dealing man? God's my pity, whose yonder?
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Ah thou vngodly maister. I did but make a false fire, to try your vallor, because you cryed let em come. By this glasse of womans wine, Iwould not ha seene their Spirits walke heere, to bee dubd deputy of a Ward, I, they would ha Chronicled me for a Foxe in a Lambes skin: But come: Is this merry Midsomer night agreed vpon? when shal it be? where shall it be? Why faith to morrow at night. Weele take a Coach and ride to Ham, or so. O fie vpont: a Coach? I cannot abide to be iolted. Yet most of your Cittizens wiues loue iolting? What say you to Back-wall, or Lime-house? Euery roome there smels to much of Tar. Lets to mine host Dogbolts at Brainford then, there you are out of eyes, out of eares▪ priuate roomes, sweet Lynen, winking attendance, and what cheere you will? Content, to Bramford? I, I, lets go by water, for sir Gozlin I haue heard you say you loue to go by water. But wenches, with what pullies shall wee slide with some lenly excuse, out of our husbandes suspition, being gone Westward for smelts all night. Thats the blocke now we all stumble at: Winde vp that ring well, and all the consorts in tune. Why then goodman scrape tis wound vp, I haue it. Sirra Wafer, thy childes at nurse, if you that are the men could prouide some wise asse that could keepe his countenance. Nay if he be an Asse he will keepe his countenance. I, but I meane, one that could set out his tale with audacity, and say that the child were sick, and neare stagger at it: That last should serue all our feete. But where will that wise Asse be found now? I see I'me borne still to draw Dun out ath mire for you: that wise beast will I be. Ile bee that Asse that shall grone vnder the burden of that abhominable lye. Heauen pardon me, and pray God the infant be not punisht fort. Let me see: Ile breake out in some filthy shape like a Thrasher, or a Thatcher, or a Sowglder, or something: and speak dreamingly, and swear how the child pukes, and eates nothing (as perhaps it does not) and lies at the mercy of God, (as all children and oldfolkes doe) and then scholler Wafer, play you your part. Feare not me, for a veny or two? Where will you meet ith morning? At some Tauerne neare the water-side, thats priuate. The Grey-hound, the Greyhound in Black-fryers, an excellent Randeuous. Content the Greyhound by eight? And then you may whip forth two first, and two next, on a sudden, and take Boate at Bridewell Dock most priuately. Beet so: a good place? Ile go make ready my rusticall properties: let me see scholler hie you home, for your child shall bee sicke within this halfe howre. Tis the vprightest dealing man? Gods my pitty, whose yonder?